It’s February. It’s Valentine’s. For singletons, Cupid is busy taking his aim and for those content in coupledom, it’s meant to be a chance to remind one other of our undying love.
However, thanks to what appears to have been appalling foresight on my part, Valentine’s is a bit of a non-starter for me. It all begins with having a wedding anniversary on the 1st January which, it turns out, is much is the same as having a birthday anywhere near 25th December. It falls hot on the heels of a big Christmas spend-up, so anniversary gifts are all too easily abandoned. And with New Year hang-overs also having their say, candlelit dinners are also a dead end. Trouble is, by the time Valentine’s comes around, the ‘anniversary-which-wasn’t-really-one’ is forgotten about by both of us. The domino effect being that we don’t celebrate Valentine’s either because ‘we’ve only recently had our anniversary’….and to think I thought the best bonus to a wedding on the 1st January was that neither of us would ever forget an all-important date!
New Year. Traditionally, of course, a time for resolutions. An opportunity to reshape our waistlines, recycle trees, cards and wrapping paper … and regift those unwanted presents.
Come on now. Don’t try to pretend you’ve never done it. We’ve all let life overtake us and been caught unprepared for a friend’s birthday haven’t we? When a visit to the shops is not an option time will allow, a visit to the cupboard of miscellanea where you keep all those presents from people that you will never use, is what comes to your rescue. Otherwise, the items would go to waste and you’d also look like a bad friend who forgot a birthday. So, surely everyone’s a winner?
Or maybe you’re certain you have the perfect gift for your friend in that cupboard. In fact, they’ve even mentioned it to you that it’s on their wish list. The only reason you don’t use it, is because you received two from different well-wishers. Then it’s definitely ok to ‘pass the parcel’ so to speak. Am I right?
First, just to say, you can now read about my French adventures at Hello! Magazine Online. Maybe you have already! If not, then here is a an update! And my column/blogs can still be found in Cardiff Life Magazine too every month.
Right, now, you might remember that, not long ago, Lee and I went along to pick out a four-legged addition to our household: a Miniature Schnauzer puppy named Hank. The breed chosen by me, because I’m allergic to nearly every other ‘make’, and the name chosen by Lee. I’m told it’s after a character in the US TV series ‘Californication’. I’ve never seen it so I trust his namesake is a good role model!
After 18 years working, 14 in journalism and 9 in ITV, I am for the first time in my life taking a break. Enrolling on a short term contract as a housewife. There it is in black and white. Although until I’ve started my new job, it will not really seem true.
You may not be so surprised to read that the primary reason for vacating the news anchor hot seat for 6 months was not so much a desire to bake cakes (at which I’m useless) or throw Tupperware parties (if they even exist now). It was a more a decision motivated by the importance of nurturing the personal and the professional in equal measure.
We spend so much of our early careers competitively chasing ambitions sometimes it’s all too easy to find ourselves taking the most important things in life for granted.